Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.